While The Night Comes For Us has a generally flimsy script and falls short of the inventiveness and fluidity of the The Raid-films, it still packs a punch with some great set pieces and fight sequences. And gore. Christ almighty, is this one messy blood-gurgling movie. It’s like Timo Thjajanto’s only takeaway was that The Raid needed more blood, guts and carpet knives poked into all the wrong places.
Welcome to bizarro world, where the 11th movie in a franchise (that has, at best, been mediocre for the last 30 odd years) turns out to be delight to watch. It’s a stupid slasher when it needs to, busts out some artistic chops when it needs to, and delivers clever callbacks and genuine chills when it needs to.
What a weird movie.